You bite your lip as you look at Morgan. She already looks better than she did earlier, but she still looks miserable and an idea comes to mind. You wander off into your room and dig through the airing cupboards, eventually finding your prize, a big fuzzy blanket. You come back and gently cover her, the feeling making her look up and give you a weak smile. She doesn't say anything, just wraps the blanket around her and buries herself into it. You consider saying something, but she looks completely wiped right now and you were at a lost of what to say. So you just smile back and move to sit down.
You are getting a little hungry at this point and seeing as you still lack ingredients entirely, if you make anything you're going to have to use Morgan's. You purse your lips as you look at her. You don't really want to disturb her by asking, especially because you know that she would ask you to let her help, but you don't want to just use her ingredients without asking. In the end, you think that it would be for the best to make something regardless. You decide to make soup and buttered bread. A nice, simple meal that is easy to make and easy to eat, it should help.
It doesn't take long to make, but there was a brief moment of suspense when you turned the Microwave on. You thought that Morgan might get up to investigate the noise, but she stayed curled up on the sofa. I've never seen her this... fragile. It feels strange, Morgan was always so energetic and active, bar the mornings. To see her curled up on a sofa while looking terrible was, wrong. You are brought back to the present when you notice the microwave counting down single digits. You quickly open it before it can beep and manually cancel the timer. A minute later and you've got three mugs of tomato soup and a tray of buttered bread. You'll pay her back for them later later.
You quietly walk from the kitchen into the living room, Morgan half asleep in her seat now, but still aware enough to look up when you move over. You see her eyes look over you for several seconds, not really seeing anything before she suddenly blinks and jolts upwards slightly. She opens her mouth to say something, but you just pass her a mug and a plate with two slices of bread. She looks down at them and then you, silent but for the small smile she has. "Thank You."
You nod and move back to your spot, giving Una her mug and plate, settling the tray on your lap as you eat yours. Before you get too far, you remember the folder you had been given earlier today and quickly fetch it. When you settle back into your seat, gently cooling Morgan's temperature slightly, you look at it. It's pretty small in your lap, but the folds on the side tell you that it can expand a significant amount. You take a sip of tea and look at the paper that was attached to the front. A minute later you are rubbing your nose as you re-read it. It's a pretty well put together guide for how banking works, at least on the basic level. But seeing all of the different things that you had to keep track off was a little daunting.
A quick glance through the folder itself lets you see a bank statement, made on the first day you were paid. Apart from that, it's completely empty. Huh, ok then. You set the folder down and take a long sip of your soup. It tastes different to anything else you've tried before, though you suppose that is the difference between American and English soup. The bread is pretty nice, though it has a tenancy to fall apart in your soup.
When you finish it, you let out a relaxed sigh and look around the room. Una is still reading her book, though she at least finished her soup and bread. Morgan... has fallen asleep in her spot. You can see the bundle of blankets slowly rising and falling, and can just about make out her face, peaceful in sleep. Whatever I did really must have taken it out of her. She is looking better than she was earlier, but she still looked like she was ready to keel over. Probably for the best I let her sleep.
You carefully collected the plates and mugs, washing them in the kitchen before putting them away. You then quietly shepherd Una back to your room, where she wiggles into the bed and continues reading. Once that's done, you move back to Morgan's room, to see her sleeping sideways, her neck bent at an awkward angle. You wince a little when you think about sleeping like that all night and carefully move over to her. You gently pick her up, moving very slowly and using a little Reinforcement to move her slowly and smoothly. You spend the next minute carefully moving across the room, where you gently set her down on her bed. You don't cover her up, the blanket will keep her warm, and you return to your own room.
You spend the next twenty minutes alternating between re-reading the bank leaflet thing and starting over Una's shoulder as she reads in your lap. Eventually you start feeling sleepy, even though it's barely seven in the evening, so you spend the next three hours reading through the encyclopedia. You check in on Morgan occasionally, remembering to turn off the lights when you check the first time, but she remains solidly asleep. Eventually, you decide to get an early night, so you turn in at just shy of ten.
Una decides to stay awake for another hour or so to read, so you keep her company until she falls asleep herself, you nod off shortly afterwards.
Tuesday
[] Give up free time to let Morgan rest longer, before she starts your lessons. (Lessons start 2 hours later, but you have no break)
[] Ability Training
[] Spell Training
[] Skill Training
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Wednesday
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[] Spell Training
[] Skill Training
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Thursday
[] Ability Training
[] Spell Training
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Friday
[] Ability Training
[] Spell Training
[] Skill Training
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